I told myself this year would be different and I wouldn't spend three hours analyzing mock drafts but here I am on Tuesday night checking injury reports. My team is somehow 0-2 already and I'm ready to blow it up. Someone tell me this gets easier because my wife is definitely judging me right now.
Three hours is rookie numbers. I once spent an entire Saturday night doing mock drafts and my wife just walked by shaking her head. The algorithm knows exactly how to hook us.
The worst part is knowing exactly why you do it while you're doing it but not being able to stop yourself.
Dude, I feel this in my soul. Between coordinating pickups for two different schools and trying to keep their schedules straight, I don't have the mental bandwidth for mock drafts but I still find myself doom-scrolling injury reports at 11pm. The fantasy football rabbit hole is real.
I told myself the same thing but here I am with three kids and somehow even less time, and fantasy football still manages to steal my Tuesday nights. It's like our brains need that one thing that's just for us, you know?
How many leagues are you in? That's usually the trap. One league feels reasonable until you're in five and checking scores every thirty minutes.
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Fantasy football is peak procrastination. You're basically researching but it feels productive so your brain lets you do it for hours. I've been there.